Sundays ~ really hard to say. When I was much younger it did mean going to church every Sunday. Unless I was deathly sick my mom said I would be in church. I love going and even went to Mass before school some days!!

I feel silly even commenting here since you know how I feel. I love God. I love the church. I love that Jesus saved me. But I am not quite sure if I have really grasped (after all these years) how to be sold out, dying to self, stepping out of tradition, loving with action, picking up my cross, sacrificing myself for the sake of others, kingdom building, and utterly a slave to righteousness kind of Christian. I suppose that is the walk...living out what I have already attained and racing that race marked out for me. But you Marla, make it more real and tangible for me than you could ever know. You inspire. Not because you are super holy and got it together. Simply because of your heart for Christ.

My "church" happens twice a week. I dont go to a building, or spend time kneeling in a closet, or even read my bible. I run...for 2 hours. Ever run for 2 hours? You bet you are doing a LOT of praying....survival comes first, than your thankful you made it. But really, those 2 hours are the most amazing, insightful, inspiring, uplifting, times of my whole week.

Some people call it crazy, I call it "church"....I love going to my church :)

I love that Sunday is the day when I take myself out of the world and focus on spiritual things. I try my best to "observe the sabbath" like people did in the "olden days". It's the only chance I have in the week to really shut out the world and focus totally on God. :)

I don't think one day a week is the only day to care about other people or to nurture my soul. And I do like your row out in the wheat field. You are talking about the difference between church and religion. Hugs.

Why Butts and Ashes?

No, I am not a smoker although I have given it consideration during times of great stress. I was bemoaning to a friend one day that my life seemed to come down to two things, butts and ashes. Having somehow been elected the family caregiver for most of my life, I can assure you, I have seen a great deal of both.
So, this blog is about just that.....life and loving the people in it.....from end to end.